fell together, not hurried, like a naughty boy waving, without any strength.

There is no brilliant sword light, and there is no edge that tears through the void, no matter who looks at it, it is a simple knife.

But it was this understatement that made Ming Kong take three steps back, and his face turned pale.

Simplicity is only the appearance of the material world, but in the spiritual world of the clear sky, what is "seen" is an inconceivably gorgeous scene.

The bright sword light is like a clear spring, clear and translucent, and it is also like a mirror, reflecting the sun and the moon, and the universe is yellow.

All kinds of order and all truths in the world are reflected by the mirror, and it is difficult to distinguish which is true and which is illusory.

The sword light is like water, the red dust is like a dream, the knife is in a dream, and all kinds are destroyed!

At this moment, in the face of this incredible sword light, Rao Yimingkong's state of mind couldn't help but give birth to an illusion that he was just a character in a dream.

This was just what she had seen from the sidelines, and it was hard to imagine what terrifying and indescribable pressure those who faced this sword light in person.

On the other side, the original eight winds could not blow, and the plain girl who sat firmly in the Diaoyutai was stirred with all kinds of thoughts in her heart, and between the ups and downs of all kinds of emotions, she set off stormy waves in her heart.

"Break the cause and effect, break the dream, break the dream knife!!"

"Impossible!!"

"It's ......"

"Chaos Mana!"

"Emperor Ming, you are Emperor Ming, you are clearly dead, and even the root of existence has been erased by others!!"

"You don't have a chance to come back on the wheel!!"

The original honey-like tone of the plain girl turned into a poignant voice at this moment, as if she had seen something that should not exist.

This knife, compared to what she saw in her peak, the one that cut off the cause and effect between all her bodies, is undoubtedly far from it.

Tens of thousands of years ago, it was this knife that shattered dreams, spanning three thousand worlds, cutting off all causes and destroying all effects.

But although this knife is not as good as the one she once was, she is no longer the same person she once was, but for tens of thousands of years, the idea of reunion is far from being compared with the heyday.

She knows the power of this knife, and this knife is not the body, nor the soul, but cause and effect, and traces.

In the past, the Ming Emperor had three swords, three swords and three magical powers, one of which was chaotic, one cut off cause and effect, one knife shattered fate, and the knife of cause and effect was the second way, only under the broken fate, it can be seen that it is powerful.

Su Nu's every thought was trembling, she never expected that as soon as she came to the world, she encountered the existence she had always feared.

The war left too many shadows on her.

It's just that it's too late for her to dodge at the moment, the Dream Shattering Knife is a knife of cause and effect, and if you are out of it, it will be in the middle, when you see the light of the knife, it has already been slashed, and there is no possibility of dodging.

The sword light like a clear spring fell on Su Nu's body, and in an instant, Su Nu only felt that her traces were dying rapidly.

Every living being, from the moment of birth, produces cause and effect, cause and effect are like a net, and the cause and effect of countless living beings are intertwined to form traces of existence.

Memories, emotions, and even material changes are all part of the trace.

The reason why the Dream Shattering Knife is named the word Broken Dream is because in front of this knife, the world is like a dream and can be rewritten arbitrarily.

The fewer traces it leaves, the more thoroughly it is rewritten.

If this knife falls on a mortal, then all traces left by this mortal will disappear, all his relatives and friends, even those who are most affectionate and dearest, will no longer remember this person, even the material plane will be changed because of this, his picture will disappear, his room, his belongings, and even his children and grandchildren will disappear.

This is called the erasure of traces!

Tens of thousands of years ago, Su Nu was hit by this knife, when she was extremely powerful, she was already in the realm of half an ancestor, but the cause and effect were cut off, and no traces were erased.

But at this moment, with her crippled body, in the face of this knife, she will definitely die, maybe her exercises and her Dao system will not be erased, but she herself will be forgotten by everyone, and there will be no chance of resurrection.

When the time comes, the world will remember the Three Thousand Red Dust Dao, but they don't know who created this Dao method, and they will remember the plain girl world, but they don't remember why this world is named.

She and Wang Luoli have already fused partially, as if they were a bottle of ink, poured into a bowl of water, dyeing the water pitch black, and they can no longer be separated.

But under this sword, ink is still ink, and water is still water, directly separating the two from a higher level beyond matter and spirit.

"Three thousand sea of red dust!"

The plain girl's mournful roar, the sense of loss brought about by the passage of traces, made her want to go crazy.

She tried her best to exert her magical powers, burning her soul, burning her origin, and vowing to dodge this invincible sword.

The red dust is like the sea, thousands of waves, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and parting, five yin and blazing, unbelievable, all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts, ugly and beautiful, together into a surging red dust.

The red dust is 3,000 zhang, one zhang and one heavy sky, and the plain girl uses the power of the red dust to build 3,000 time and space, overlapping and overlapping, and the end of the world is close at hand, almost sitting on the other side, untouchable.

But in front of the knife of this broken dream, the three thousand red dust was just illusory, and it was shattered like a dream in an instant.

"Run! Escape! Escape!! ”

This is the only thought on Su Nu's mind at the moment.

In the blink of an eye, most of her thoughts had already burned, and under her best efforts, following the connection in the underworld, she finally left Wang Luoli's spiritual time and space, and with cause and effect as the guide, she jumped to another sea of consciousness who also cultivated the three thousand Red Dust Dao masters, and tried to reverse the cause and effect, so that she could suffer this slash on her behalf.

In the deep time and space of the soul, the thoughts of the plain woman kept jumping like flames, but at this moment, a man with white hair and a face like a demon walked out slowly.

"Plain girl, long time no see!"

The man said softly, his face expressionless, like a god on the grassland, empty and ancient, giving people an incomparable sense of grandeur.

"It's you, Taixu Tianzun, you're still alive!!"

The plain girl was shocked, and she wanted to leave here in an instant.

In the past, the Emperor of Heaven sat down and had nine Heavenly Venerables, each of whom was a half-ancestor, only one line away from the ancestral realm, among which the Taixu Tianzun was the head of the Nine Heavenly Venerables, although it was not an ancestor, but it could match the ancestor, a supernatural means, strong and boundless.

She clearly remembered that Taixu Tianzun had died in battle with Emperor Ming, but she didn't expect to see it again today.

It's just that no matter how fast the plain girl is, she is not faster than the Taixu Tianzun after all, and the Taixu Tianzun explodes, and the beating flames are directly caught by the Taixu Tianzun in his hands.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Daoming's shattered dream chased after him with a knife, and stood on the flames, leaving only a little nine-colored halo.

"It's yours!"

Wang Daoming's voice sounded, and immediately, the figure of Taixu Tianzun disappeared into the spiritual space-time, followed by the nine-colored halo, which directly dissolved in the boundless spiritual space-time.

This brilliance is the evidence, but also the source, to get it, is to get the way of the plain woman.